a. The leaves of the lotus are round, round, rounder than a mirror.
b. The thorn of the water nut is sharp, sharp, sharper than an awl.
c. When the wind blows, the down on the pussy willows floats away.
d. When the rain beats down on the pear blossoms, a butterfly flies up.
—PZI Miscellaneous Koans, Case 28 (Dahui)
Even a time of torpor, or a time when plans come apart, or we thought the culture was going in one way and it’s going in another—we rely on the spaciousness, we rely on not what we’ve planned and schemed, but we rely on what’s been opened up in our hearts. Transcript from the PZI Zen Online recording from Sunday, June 21, 2020.
PZI Zen Online: Solstice and the big wheels turn. Juneteenth celebrations & demonstrations are encouraging. Navigating and feeling the covid bardos of long confinement. Has nothing happened? Maybe all sorts of things are happening? “We can’t stay here long.” What is a border? Old injustices are looming. Readings from Slave Narratives, poetry of Li Bai, Alberto Rios, Czeslaw Milosz. As recorded June 21 2020.